Penned for Leya @fatesacred
Unsure of the hour the young woman rose from her makeshift bed in the back of heavily looted CEFCO. Rolling up her blanket she secured it with a bungee cord to her backpack. Wandering into town two days ago she had managed to keep away from the horde which she had seen only from a distance thus far, but knew she should probably move on before her luck ran out. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she thought she heard footsteps. Being as quiet as possible she reached for her brush-ax and hugged it close to her body. Now in a crouched poistion, she was positive she heard someone coming, and slowly rose to her feet. Walking towards the end of the shelf she peered around to find a young woman and immediately ducked back behind the safety of the metal unit. Gripping the ax tighter she did her best trying not disturb any of the stuff that was littered about on the floor.
Etta couldn’t help but wish them away and stood there ready for anyone if they chose to come around the corner; however, when she heard the timbre of feminine voices the fear subsided slightly. Not that it should have as she found anyone can be dangerous and cruelty has no gender bias, but something about the situation seemed like a reprieve. Frankly, at this point she was hungry and road torn, and if someone was going to kill her for what little she carried she ready to meet her maker.
Taking a deep breath she stepped on crumbled up paper and broken glass as she made her way around the corner. If they didn't know she was there before they surely would know now. With the ax down at her side in a non-threatening manner, she called out to the woman. “Hey, whatever you’re looking for I doubt it’s here. This place has been picked over pretty well. Just a shelter at this point.”
